Why I Love Silent Movies

I've commented before here that my favorite thing about silent movies is the glimpse into the past that they provide, something that was severely distorted by the enactment of the Production Code in the early 1930s. I started the 1920 movie Something New this morning before work. In this a female writer looking for adventure goes to Mexico where, of course, she gets captured by bandits. The word cards give the Mexican bandit (played by an Irishman) a real name but also just refer to him as "Chile Con Carne."

That is some classic old-time racism right there my friends.